Unfortunately, I attend Camp Half Blood. Apparently, Ares is my father. I kind of hate everyone, so...it may take a while for me to get used to you.
{ooc: lmao dont be an idiot this isnt real although gerard way is super cute but yeah no this is an rp account}
{ CAMP HALF-BLOOD }
Elijah cooped himself up in the corner of his bottom bunk, and took out his pencil and notebook.
{ooc: we’re going to pretend the whole thing with Hazel didn’t happen - this one is actually really kind of sad and got a little too personal}
Elijah walked into the Hermes cabin, and immediately left. It was too goddamn crowded in there, and he realized he’d be better off sleeping on the soil near the bathrooms. He had met so many people, and had foolishly signed himself up for training the next morning. He couldn’t sleep. Elijah reached in his bag, with his back slumped against the wall. He exhaled heavily, pulling out the thick black notebook. He grabbed his pencil, and wrote.
